Though we endure Time passing fast, Ne'er to be sure The while it lasts, We accept its lure Without we so ask, Be less than assured With time fixed mask, Holds a dupery‘s game Cast be of nebulous task! The gift of unapprised choices... © Jean-Jacques Fournier Paintings - Régmer, de LaTour, deBoulogne, Rourbouts & Caravaggio... Header Picture - Shutterstock ... Music - Brahms, Träumerei (MF-422) in I F minor... January 19, 2021
Me, myself And I, On the shelf Ye ask why, Of it all Tho once shy, Not the lot Yet disguised, Or for naught Saves one aim, To but hide Insecure, Be underside Awaits cure, To so bide Asks the why, Of it all Has one cry, May find resolve! © Jean-Jacques Fournier a simple aide-mémoire to remember Conversations, save not of the kind to be mistaken with that of Alfred Lord Tennyson’s poem line, “Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die” ... written in Sweetsburg December 31, 2020 Pictures - private and unknown ... Music – excerpt of Alone Together, by Chet Baker ...
The Journey starts
Tho soon too fast,
And way off chart
Predestined cast,
Scarce one recalls
What life is to last,
The span of its all
Save less ye forget,
Said be our lifeline
This nascence day,
Thus a minute past
Had found its way,
A birth ye may ask,
As it came together
Seeks its short stay,
In echo of ones other…
Life soon will wither
While none to waste
Pardon my rancour,
Of they who crowd
Or find to anchor,
On my fleeting pace
With so little living,
I reason make haste…
With hint to soon rest,
Lying neath memories
Of its life’s alleged fest,
My back to its epitaph
For all who have been,
Knew well to find daft
Held implied as a lifetime,
Denies life is but a minute!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Music, One Minute Waltz, (1847) Fryderyk Chopin
‘Tis often said,
A picture’s worth
A thousand words,
Thus so I ask
How many blurs
To satisfy an alibi,
That so spurs
But subjugated lies,
Proficiently told
Leaves no surprise,
Be composed so bold
Of a thousand lies,
Worth not a single word!
Poetry on a Canapé 